This is a new RP, but is based off of the canon of the Amulet of Daedra's Call RP thread.

And, for those not familiar, this is a Roleplaying and Q&A thread. There will be lots of roleplaying, humour, and pretty pretty colours.

http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1224224-help-me-mold-my-character/
http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1224652-help-me-mold-my-character-thread-2/
http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/1226496-the-amulet-of-daedras-call/

The basic idea behind this RP is that the Dragons have returned, and the events of Skyrim are underway, but there are far fouler plots afoot under the surface. Plots so dark that they pose a threat not just to the world of Nirn, but to the very stability of existence itself. What and where these threats exists is not known yet, but this series of RP's is known for organically creating enemies, so don't despair.

Oh, and we really don't like to follow these rules http://www.gamesas.com/index.php?/topic/747418-so-you-think-you-can-rp/, so if you don't like rules, but like to RP, then this is a great place to come.

*Well, okay, we do have SOME limits, thought those really only come down to the Forum's limits and regulations.*

So, without further Ado, let those who wish to join be known, and I shall put you up here. No theoretical limit on number of participants, but if I and the other Senior Rp's here think it is too crazy, we will block out new sign ups. Also, I am a bit too lazy to reformat all of the WIP characters into the RP format, so could everyone repost their characters here.

Thank you for cooperating with my laziness.

:celebration:

I'll begin:

Belan Indarys: speaking in Light Cyan.


Name: Ja'rohn


Charon - Speaks in Medium Blue

Faire Nalesdane- speaks in Yellow



Amiel Vantus- Speaks in Maroon

Name: Charon - Speaks in Medium Blue
Age: Unknown, estimated to be in late twenties.
Race: Imperial
Class: Night Blade Assassin
Birth Sign: Thief
Hair: Shoulder length, black
Eyes : Dark blue almost charcoal
Appearance : http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2010/125/a/1/Dark_Assassin_by_ATArts.jpg, minus the bird and symmetrical pauldrons.
Weapons: From his past travels (in previous RP threads) he has Gold Brand and Ebony Mail. He also has a black steel wakazashi that he uses for close stealth kills and dual wielding with Gold Brand. He has a bow and quiver that he keeps on his back as well as few throwing knives.

Spells: As for spells I had a knack for alteration, illusion, destruction and a little restoration. I'm no mage but if used in the right ways the most basic spells can be handy. My main ones I use are invisibility, chameleon, fire, water breathing, night eye, basic healing (just enough to help with minor cuts, stabs, and other injuries so don’t ask me to put your intestines back in and seal it shut, I'm not that good), and some stamina and fatigue fortification for a pick me up during the long tracks and battles.



Bio: I am Charon, I was orphaned at a young age of 6 when my parents were killed by a clan of vampires. We were setting up camp when we were attacked. My father tried to fend them, actually killing a few of them, but he fell to a blade through the chest. My elder brother was helping him in the fray and managed to kill a couple himself. But they soon swarmed him and as they left him and came for me and my mother I saw his limp body torn and broken upon the ground. My mother set me just inside the tent that they had just set up and began to charge up fire in her hands. she managed to kill three of the 10 remaining but they decapitated her only a few feet from me. As they turned towards me I could see them and the endless hunger in their eyes, I knew I was going to die, and then something in me seemed to awaken. I don’t remember much after that, after the realizing something within me had changed but when my memory picked up again I was surrounded by a band of gypsy traders who were in complete shock. I looked at my hands, and then my arms and body, and then all the way to my feet. There didn't seem to be a spot on me that wasn't covered in ash or blood.

As they travelled to the nearest town they're trackers returned in disbelief. They wouldn't let me listen in but from what I could gather they had tracked me back to the camp I came from, which was about 2 days from where they had found me. All that remained of the camp were the tree's everything else was burnt to an ash. Even my family was barely there.

I was soon adopted by a Lord in Cyrodiil who had his own personal band of assassins, from what I learned, he had picked up and adopted and were trained from a high ranking Dark Brotherhood defector. Though we were assassins we learned many different arts. Everything from archery, to hand to hand combat, to swordsmanship, to studies of magicka and how to wield various spells. Our leader believed it was best to know a little of everything so to best be utilized in any situation.

:EDIT:

I made a few alterations to his background to better match what i believe him to be.

Well played Mr. Indarys. Light Cyan instead of my Dark Cyan

That is Erik Steelsong, now the Daedra King Stahlsong. In order to fully understand him, you'll need to read our previous RP thread. I'd post a bio, but it has gotten a bit convuluted since I first wrote it. He will be cameoing in this thread, and be a catalyst for the plotline.

As for my main character, I'll be playing:

Amiel Vantus
age:35
Race:Imperial
Allegiance: Idealistic Empire
Occupation: Former Knight of the Imperial Dragon, now drunkard (or so people believe)

Amiel grew up in a noble family loyal to the empire. His parents instilled in him a love of the empire, and this caused hm to join the legion as soon as he came of age. His skill, charisma and family connections caused him to shoot through the ranks until he was knighted the Grandmaster of the Knights of the Imperial Dragon. When the current emperor began to work to eliminate all traces of the Septim Dynasty, the Order of the Imperial Dragon was one of his first targets. Amiel awoke one night surrounded by several armed guards. He and the others were arrested, beaten, tortured and imprisoned. Their families were executed for heresy. They had been targeted for their reverence for the first imperial dragon, Tiber Septim. Finally, Amiel and his Knight-brothers were led out for public execution. Amiel's men sacrificed themselves in order for Amiel to escape, and escape he did. Following a long chase, Amiel broke into the imperial prison and stole the greatest artifacts of the order: Chrysamere and the Lord's Mail. He then fled north to Skyrim.

Amiel now spends his time in a bar in Riften, drinking ale after ale. The town knows him as the local drunkard, but he receives full protection from the thieves' guild due to his reputation (and his "visit" to their base). His shack contains a secret compartment with a Talos shrine and his armor. He waits for someone to reintroduce meaning to his life. While his trust in the empire has been shattered, he maintains his sense of honor.

Amiel wields Chrysamere in battle, wearing the Lord's mail as well as the fists of Randagulf the Great with the rest being full ebony enchanted with healing enchantments. All together, his armor makes him a virtually invincible Paladin, and with Chrysamere's power, he is deadly. He is also skilled with a bow, wielding a Ebony bow and a complement of Ebony arrows. He does possess a weakness however: His hands are still shackled in enchanted Daedric shackles that have bound his hands since his imprisonment. Using illusion charms, he has concealed them, but he has yet to find some way to destroy them. As he is shackled on the front, he can still draw his sword with no difficulty, and the one foot of chain separating the cuffs allows him to perform basic functions and get his armor on and off. But the enchantment on the cuffs has caused his strength to diminish for years. Without a key to free him, he will be much less useful to the group.

btw I changed some stuff guys, so read again.

Amiel will talk in Maroon

The blizzard roared as night fell on Riften. The local tavern became filled with life as travellers and trades hunkered down for the storm. The songs of Drunkards, the stories of travellers, and sounds of general chaos filled the tavern with noise.

Among the travelers was Belan Indarys, who walked in constantly looking behind his back, as if he thought someone was following him. He slinked off to a dark corner and sat at an empty table.

He flipped up his hood, still damp from the heavy snow, and began to smoke his pipe. He stared intently at the door, as if he was worried about who would enter through that threshold.

Hm, well this could be tricky.
I said in the previous thread that I wasn't putting Faire's backstory in because it's part spoiler. I was going to start the thread with Faire's beginning. Oh well, go with the flow.

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*I looked at the tavern door longingly. Amber light spilled lazily out, as if it too was affected by the atmosphere of the place.*
*I coughed deeply. Mother had always said to bring warm clothes when going to Riften, and I'd forgotten. I was chilled to the bone, but oddly sleepy. So sleepy I could just...lay down on the...snow*.
Faire collapsed in front of the tavern door, making a loud thump. No one seemed to hear from inside.
As Faire slept a deep, fevered sleep, she dreamed of a past time. A happier time.
A time before the fire.

nevermind.

So what, are we waiting for soul to give backstory, or should we cut to someone getting her out of the snowbank?

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Faire...Faire...Faire!
*I bolted upright in my wooden chair and immediately regretted it. The chairs in the church were made of a very hard wood. And they tasted like cinnamon*.
*The priest sighed*. Falling asleep again, are we Faire?
*I tapped my foot impatiently. Outside never seemed so alluring*. Of course not, sir. Is it the end of the lecture?
*The priest sighed again*. They're called lessons, Faire. Not lectures. Do you anything about the banishment of the Daedric Lord Dagon?
*I looked quickly around the room, as if it would tell me the answer. It was quite small, being a lower room of the church, only fitting five chairs and a space at the front for the priest to talk. Paintings of the Eight Divines hung from the walls and a damp sort of light eminated from a torch on the wall on the right near my chair. The room smelled musty and I didn't like it one bit.*
Well?
Uh...Dagon was banished by the last Septim emperor, Martin, with the help of the Champion of Cyrodil.
Just as much as the young ones could have told me. Fine, go. I'm obviously not going to get much more out of you today.
Thank you! *I dashed out of the door as fast as possible, leaving a small cloud of dust in my wake.*
You didn't have to do it with such enthusiam.

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*I looked down at the town from on top of the hill. Freen was a small town, rarely marked on maps, and only surviving due to the abundance of game in the area that could be hunted for food and money. I didn't like hunting; I always liked stroking the deer as I ran past them. They didn't fear me anymore.
With only a church, a bar and about eight houses, Freen was more akin to a village than a town. Still, I preferred to think of it as one. It stopped me yearning to get away from it as much.*
*A small yellow bird landed on my shoulder. I stroked it soothingly, as it looked frightened*. There there. There's nothing to be afraid of.
*The bird seemed no less calm, and fluttered around restlessly on my shoulder, looking at something behind me far in the distance.*
What're you looking at birdy?

Faire turned around and looked down at the flat planes beyond the hills she currently stood on. There didn't seem to be anything there.
And then she saw the sky...
*I saw something. At the time, I had no idea what it was. But it was huge, even from this distance. And it was black as obsidian.
Black...apart from the orange blaze it let out as it flew across the planes.*
*I gasped*. Fire! I've gotta get back!
*I slid down the slopes as fast as I could, trying my best not to slip up. It hadn't rained in a while, so the ground was quite dry and dusty. Perfect for running.*
*I saw the outpost watcher.* Derik! Fire!
*A deathly roar echoed in my ears.*

And then, something very strange happened. Something that had only happened once before.
Faire fell of the side of the steep hill, and lay still.

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The fire...it spreads across the planes...it spreads across the world....whispers in the dark. A future half turned. Burning the world...

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*I woke to familiar sounds. My mother's voice. My father's. They were arguing. Don't move her. It's her fault. She's not even-*
*And then I realized. Those were past memories. What was happening in the present? Something felt hot against my face, and I smelled the air. Charred bodies. Smoke.*
*I got up and heared screaming. The house was on fire, and I was only just outside of the inferno.*
Mother! Father! I'll get you out of there!
*I looked at the flimsy front door and kicked it open. Sparks and debris flew everywhere. My coat hissed.*
*Something was wrong. Very wrong.*

Faire's parents lay on the floor, black from soot. They'd been cooked alive.
*The only thing that kept me from crying was a tiny voice from my right side.*
*The man was crumpled and weak. But his voice was strong*. Run Faire! Run! *the priest coughed heavily, and lay still.*
A horrible roar could be heard from the other side of the village. A roar that struck fear in Faire's heart. A roar that spoke volumes for those who listen.
It spoke of death and fire.
I ran.

Belan continued smoking and staring as he watched an obviously very drunk imperial being thrown out of the door.

Amiel stumbled out of the bar.

Neeext tiime, I'llll... I'll... Knock yer block offff...

Amiel stumbled through the snow, nearly slipping on patch of ice. While wading through a snowbank, his leg brushed something, a body. He looked to see if anyone was around, then straightened out. He began digging through the snow, but it was only a light covering until he found her. A girl lay with her eyes closed, arms limp. Amiel checked her pulse. It was weak, but he could help her if he took her inside quickly. But as he tried, he felt the effects of his curse strike him again: He couldn't lift her weight. Clearing his throat, he resumed his drunken stance.

Heeey, mr... Guard! Who, who left... this lass here?

A guard and his partner turned the corner.

What are you blathering on about this time, Amiel... By the Eight! Sergeant, get over here, help me!

The two guards carried the girl's limp body into the bar. In their rush, a letter dropped out her back pocket. Amiel could barely make out anything except that it was adressed to someone called Faire. He turned and followed the guards into the bar.

The patrons turned, and seeing the girl, several tables were cleared and moved to make a form of bed. Several men took of their cloaks and laid them over her. Amiel slipped into the back, and headed towards the innkeeper.

Give her a nice room, and let me see to her. Discreetly.

The innkeeper nodded. Several hours later, and Amiel slipped into the room the innkeeper had given her. He checked her pulse and her breathing. They were both fine. She began to toss and turn, as if in a nightmare.

He called out to her.

Faire... Faire... Faire!

EDIT: Oooooh ninja'd. Who will be Canon?

Belan followed the drunkard upstairs, confused by his strangely compassionate actions and worried about the young imperial's health. He saw the man enter a room, but leave the door open.

Curious, Belan entered the room and put his hand on Amiel's shoulder.

Is she okay? I saw you take that poor girl in. That was a very good thing of you to do.

Charon pulled his cloak tighter around him, it was made of black bear fur and was very warm. I stood in the shadows of a balcony and watched unseen as a drunken man called to guards to help a poor girl who had collapsed in the snow a few moments earlier. I had seen her collapse and wanted to help her, knowing that she could die from hypothermia, but doing so may expose me.

I had been following Tenius Coralie for the last few days. The runt of a Nord had been causing trouble for some poorer shop owners, charging them for "protection". I had found out about it when he had stopped in a shop owned by a old couple a few days ago to buy supplies when Tenius came in for his weekly payment. I was incognito dressed as a simple traveller and decided it was best not to break from my act so not to draw attention to my self. They didn't have what he demanded, so he began smashing things and knocking stuff off the counters. I beseeched him to let me pay him, claiming that out of the kindness of my heart i would pay him half of what he demanded to give them more time. He wanted me to pay all of it for peace but I tricked him into believing it was all I had, that I was a peaceful man and would rather give him all I had to obtain peace and go without my supplies. He grinned and agreed, snatching my small coin purse, and then walking out the door whistling a a song out of tune. In all actuality i had a small fortune in my gear bundle that sat right beside me.

I asked them about them and his doings. From what they knew he did this to a couple of other shop owners around town, sometimes bringing some extra muscle with him, usually two big Nords named Egan and Ulic who are a mountain of muscle and wear brown leather armour. He also seemed to have ties to darker places because no guard would touch him.

He now stood at a corner knee deep in snow shivering, he had been there for the last hour, who he was waiting for I had no idea but he seemed committed not to miss this meeting. I looked into the window of the bar where they had taken the girl, I could see her laid on a table next to the fire with several coats on her. She was stiring as if in a nightmare. She lived to fight another day, and for some reason I got the feeling she still had a lot of fighting to do.

I looked back and nearly gasped in surprise to see a dark hooded figure standing in front of Tenius talking to him. The figure appeared to be black against the white snow, its arms crossed within its robes, it seemed even more out of place because the below freezing temperatures didn't seem to matter for it. Its head would tilt and pitch with talking, Tedius just nodded and gave short direct replies back, who ever it was it was his superior in some way.

It said a few more things to him and then with one hand pointed to the bar across the street from me and then handed him something, possibly a letter or small package. It put its hands back into its robes and then turned and walked away. Tenius began to walk towards the bar.

I knew where to find Tenius but I needed to find out who the figure was. I leapt from my balcony to another that had easier roof access and made it to the rooftop. I crossed 4 houses in this fashion being extremely careful not to slip, passing an unsuspecting Tenius on the way, people rarely look up. I saw the figure round a corner into a dark ally just on the other side of the next building. I made it to where he should be and looked down to find an empty ally, I looked over to where I last saw him to follow his trail, but there wasnt one. It was as if there was never any one ever there, like a figment of my imagination.

I looked back to the bar to see Tenius just make it in. It was no figment of my imagination that he was still carrying the object and before interring stuffed it into his coat. I made my way back to my balcony where i would have a perfect view of the place thanks to its large windows. In a upper story room I could see the drunk that saved the girl being confronted by a male Dunmer. The drunk didn't seem to like some one walk up to him from behind.

Belan's intrusion startled Amiel. He grabbed Belan's arm and twisted it around, flipping him around so Belan was in front of him. He dispelled the charms on his cuffs, causing them to appear visible. He then looped the chain around Belan's neck, and kicked the door of the room shut.


I'll ask the questions here. What do you want with me Belan Indarys?

*Brows raise in surprise* Didn't expect that..... Maybe the drunk isn't as drunk as I thought.

I look back to Tenius to see that he is walking to the unconscious girl who had settled down again, the patrons were now accustomed to her and didn't pay her much mind and had began drinking and enjoying the merry company of each other. I could here a lute being played some where in the building that was producing a toe tapping jig, a few of patrons were even dancing to it.

He looked her over and smoothed some of the hair out of her face, his back was to me but i could tell that he liked what he saw, his hand drifted to where I couldn't see but I didn't have to guess at what such a man would be doing to a beautiful unconscious girl.

Dont worry young one, I'll see that he gets what's coming to him.

Seeming to have his fun with her, or not wanting to get caught by one of the patrons, he moved to her head and took her hand that had curled beside her face. He carefully openned it and placed the item he had been carrying in it. He then carefully laid her hand back down and walked to a secluded corner that was shrouded in shadow and took a seat at a table. He was going to watch her awake and find the item, he wanted to see her reaction.

Faire began to toss and turn as her hand closed around the item, but she stayed asleep.
*Cold heat,burning frost. A story never told. Whispers of silence.THE FIRE.*
*I bolted upright, only to be gently pushed back down again by an unfamiliar hand. I didn't like the touch*.
Hush girl. Go back to sleep. *His voice seemed to have an unpleasant eel like quality, as if the words were slithering out of his mouth*.
Get off me! *I went to push him away when I noticed I was holding somethig in my hand. I held it in two hands in front of me and examined it*.

*It was an odd looking thing. It looked like it could have been a pendant, but there was no string to tie around your neck. It was made of some sort of strange blue tinged metal like material. It had a pentagonal shape and within the shape was a triangle fashioned with gleaming red ruby eyes. They seemed to be looking straight at me, deep into me. They were the eyes of the creature that...the creature that...*
Pretty little thing isn't it? Much like you...*he stroked Faire's leg*.
*I slap his hand away and get up. Most were too drunk or uncaring by this point to be paying attention to them.* I said, get off.
*He laughed a cruel kind of laugh*. This rose has thorns I see.

*I drew my two iron shortswords that were, surprisingly, still on my person*. Sure, here are my thorns. *I point one inches from his face*.
*He snarled*. Put the toys away, girl. You don't know how to use them. Egan, Ulic! Get her!
*I turned to see two large, brutish Nords standing behind me with clubs*. Oh, oh, I know who you are! You're the stupid ones who hit each other with clubs! I remember how all the tavern brawls in the legends go down.
Ulic took the bait and snarled, carefully aiming the club at Faire. Faire ducked and slid her leg under Tenius, sending him flying towards the oncoming club.
Argh! You idiot, she's getting away!
See you in a million years! *I zoomed out of the door back into the cold, with Tenius and the Nords in hot pursuit.*

Belan struggled to break free, but he couldn't.

How do you know my name?! I demand you release me right now! Is this how you respect your elders?

The girl began to stir, awakening from her dreams, Tenius got up and walked over to the girl and awaited for her to gain consciousness. He looked over to the bar and said something, two big Nords looked over at him and walked over. They must be Egan and Ulic.

The girl finally awakened and Tenius tried to contain her, they exchanged words that ended with Tenius getting thrown into an enraged Ulic. The girl ran out the door, the commotion got a few turned heads, but that was it, typical bar. She ran out into the open road just in front of me and stopped preparing two iron short swords for battle, she rotated them around in her hands getting loosened up for a fight.

I remained in the shadow of the balcony awaiting to see what would happen. A few seconds later the doors to the bar blew appart in a violent explosion, the bar patrons could be seen running out the back door. through the smoldering splintered wood walked Tenius, Egan and Ulric. Egan and Ulric had hung their clubs at their belts and had drawn the steel claymores at their backs, the were through with non-lethal. Tenius had pulled out a wicked short sword that was black and had red accents, very likely daedric, he must indeed have powerful friends to have such a rare weapon.

We've had enough of your games you little witch. I was just supposed to make sure you understood the message and go, but now I'm going to enjoy your blood!

They charged her, she put her blades in a defensive position, I leapt from the balcony.

When they were 5 feet from her I landed on Tenius putting my feed square into his chest, I could hear the sound of bones breaking. He crumpled strait into the ground Egan to my left and Ulic to my right were in shock. I dove to my right plunging my wakazashi straight up into Ulic's stomach and pulling it up into his chest. I quickly turned and sent a throwing knife strait into Egans chest penetrating his heart. They were all three dead in about 6 seconds.

I pulled my wakazashi from Ulic as he fell back to the ground dead, the blade must have struck his heart, and stood allowing my cloak to close around me. I turned and looked at the girl who was frozen in the same defensive stance she had picked a few seconds before hand. Fear was evident in her eyes, she had just whitnessed a quick and violent death that was completely unexpected. From her stance i could tell that she was trained for battle but didnt know much about killing.

Dont be afraid.

Im not....

A good liar? That is evident.

Just then the top story window erupted and the drunk and Dunmer landed in the snow brawling.

We stood there for a second watching them.

Friends of yours?

Never met them before in my life.

*I swallowed hard, trying not to glance at the bodies. This man had killed them in cold blood*. Are you an assassin by any chance?
What gave it away?
You're pretty generic mister. *I stepped neatly aside as the Dunmer and the drunk rolled past*. I mean, dressed all in black, jumping from the rooftops? Come on.
Seems like you listen to too many bard's tales.
Maaaybe. They have some truth in them though, right? *I extended my hand for a handshake*. I'm Faire by the way. What's your name?

I looked at her hand for a moment and then gently shook it. My name is Charon.

You son of a.... Take that you N'wah!

I think they will be good friends.

You are very strange for an assassin.

Like I said, bard's tales.

Just then two guards rounded the corner. What's going on over here!?
They saw the three bodies and the drunk and Dunmer fighting and drew their swords.

I dont know about you, but I dont plan to spend the night in a cold dank dungeon.

A warm bed sounds much better.

I concur.

Charon and Faire began to run, on his way he took his throwing knife from Egan's chest and placed it into its sheath at his waste. They made their way past the brawl, Charon shouted The guards are coming run!

They stopped and looked up to see the two guards being joined by about four more who were near by who heard them shouting at them to stop. They then jumped up and followed Charon and Faire around the corner of a building.

Belan finally succeeded in throwing the drunkard off of him. He swiftly pulled out his sword, and held its tip to his throat.

Now, why don't we be civil? I just wanted to know that the lady was safe. I have no quarrel with you.

Belan looked around, and saw several bodies. He recognized one as Tenius, a man who had been contracted to kill him. In the distance he saw an Imperial and the young girl from the bar running away, he sheathed his sword, and decided to follow them. They obviously had killed these men, and he wanted to thank them.

Good day.

Belan started to run after the two.

Yeah, run you coward!

Charon is an imperial :tongue:

sorry, misread that, I had thought so, but when I read your bio again, I got all confused.

MY mistake.

lol dont worry about it there are bound to be a few mistakes.

Belan began to get tired, and fell down in the snow, but not before he saw the two escape behind a corner.

I am not as young as I used to be.

Still, Belan had enough energy to trip several of the guards as they ran past.

Hope that helps.

Charon looked over his shoulder to see the fallen Dunmer trip up a few of the guards. Thank you brother, I hope we meat again so I can thank you.

They rounded a corner into a narrow alley that dead ended.

Now we fight?

No, now we go up. Do as I do.

He ran up the building on the left by 3 steps and pushed off catching the bottom of a window seal. He pushed up and grabbed the top framed of the window, adjusted and pushed up again and grabbed the low roof, pulling himself on top of it.

Your such an assasin!

Bard's tales!

She followed his foot steps, though clumsy they were she made her way up to the top of the window. He reached down and helped her up, and they began to run across the roof top and jumped to the next building.

Does this make me an assassin?

Far from it.